Groupie Heaven

Up Camden Town way to the Roundhouse at Chalk Farm to see Josh Tillman, the beardie crooner and tunesmith. Pretty impressive, I've got to say - some of his stuff is so grounded in country from Gram Parsons right through to new country. I was tapping the pointy boots like a good old boy. Of course, then there were the women - "marry me" shouted one to our left at regular intervals when she wasn't swilling down the craft ale.
After the final encore they pressed forward to get an embrace or maybe even a smile as he departed the stage. Suddenly - where was my sidekick? There she was, elbows out, at the front at the barrier.. and then in his arms, the bloody snake-hipped, hipster lothario. She may not wash for a few weeks...